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Gary TorresSan Juan Record Classifieds, Events, Businesses In Monticello, San Juan County, Utah

Jun 15, 2011 | 3547 views | 0 | 105 | |

MY CAVE, MY VIEW

Howdy folks. I bet you are surprised to see this newspaper article. Well, like an old long lost relative that shows up when you win the lottery, I just keep on coming back.

I have been busy. I am working down in Farmington, New Mexico. In the last four years, I have worked in Colorado, California, Idaho and now New Mexico.

Not many small newspapers can match the San Juan Record for having a western states correspondent traveling the world to bring you the news. Oh, that’s right I don’t report the news, I make it up as I go.

This last weekend, I ran in a triathalon from hell. I have done a few dumb things in my life. Okay, I have done lots of dumb things in my life. But this time, I paid $50 to run a five mile race through the desert; one mile in a sandy wash bottom, one mile straight up a hill, one mile on cobble stone, one mile straight down a steep hill, and one mile around a lake on a trail where one misplaced foot and you would drop 50 feet into the water and drown or be eaten.

The only thing that makes me feel a little better is that I was able to convince two friends (now maybe former friends) to do the race with me.

Now that I live in New Mexico, several people call me a “New Mexican” which is better than being called an “old Mexican”; which is all I got when I was in Monticello.

Kind of interesting the state question of New Mexico is “Red or Green?”, which of course, being from Utah, I thought referred to which color of Jello you wanted.

But alas, it refers to which kind of chili you want. And I mean you can get chili or Tabasco Sauce on just about everything down here.

The local McBurger even has an option to add chili. I do have to admit, it makes being away from my mom a little easier because they have pretty darn good chili down here.

In spite of being a “New Mexican”, I feel like I am getting older. I have two grandkids and three more on the way. Apparently, they are producing like rabbits. I am a grandpa and my too kind and loving wife hasn’t even trained me to put the toilet lid down when finished.

I am a pretty good grandpa though, as I can spoil and sugar those kids up with the best of them and we are both pretty happy to take a nap in the afternoon. I have not taught them to swear; although, that may come if I take them golfing.

I am looking forward to seeing people on the Pioneer Day celebration. It is time for the annual pre-class reunion “dump your plump” yo-yo diet.

We all have to try and lose a few pounds in time for the annual pilgrimage to the mother-land and the strut your stuff stroll in the Park on the 24th.

Listen, if you show up to the celebration with a good tan and a new girlfriend (named Eye-Candy Mandy), we are all going to know it’s a big mid-life crisis.

So just be yourself and show up fat, dumb and happy listening to your 8-track tapes of the Doobie Brothers. However, you should definitely think about losing the mullet or lamb-chop side burns; neither is in any more.

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